#but lucemond

[minteaspoon]

A Moment of Reprieve

actually happy lucemond hours:)

a/n: this was based off of song of achilles by madeline miller, go check the book out and give it a read - it’s absolutely worth it:)

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Under the Weirwood Tree in the gardens of the Red Keep, there sat two young boys. One of white hair and purple eyes, the other of dark brown locks and dark irises.

The eldest, Aemond, held a book in his right hand, reading in High Valyrian to the younger, Lucerys - all while his left hand caresses his nephew’s head of chocolate.

In the grasp of Lucerys, he toyed with a small and thin horse, listening adeptly to his senior.

He liked listening to his uncle Aemond reading - he had a nice voice. Luke’s smile widens when he sees a servant bringing lemon cakes as ordered by the uncle and nephew duo.

“Uncle Aem! Our lemon cakes are here!” He exclaims, readying to up himself from his laid down position on his uncle’s lap. The brunette feels his shoulders held down, and brought back to rest against the ground.

“Stay, Lucy, the servant will bring the treats over. You don’t have to run and tire your small body,” Aemond jokes, chuckling softly when Luke puffs his cheeks out at the playful quip.

When the servant brings the lemon cakes over, the duo thank them before dismissing them to their chores.

Munching on the sweets, Luke asks, “do you think Mama and Step-grandmother are fighting again?”

Aemond froze, and turns his gaze to his distracted nephew who’s eyes were on the book his uncle had lay down to eat the cakes.

“…Knowing my mother, and with what she’s told me of my half-sister - your mother, I would be surprised if they handled a meeting without even the barest of arguments,” he mumbles loud enough for his nephew to hear.

Lucerys stops mid-bite, before putting his lemon cake back on the tray, wiping remaining crumbs from his fingers while turning to his uncle.

“I guess you have a point…Uncle Aem, do you think we’ll stick together even if our mothers separate us?” This was asked gently and in a whisper, sounding afraid of rejection from the questioner’s source of admiration.

The eldest was silent, before he brings his left hand to pat the younger’s head before it shifts downwards to his cheek. Once there, his thumb makes comforting motions as the brunette further leans into its hold.

“Yes, whatever happens, Lulu, I’ll make sure we stick together, alright? Nothing will separate us, I swear this to the Old and New Gods,” Aemond smiles, as he picks the book back into his grasp.

The duo continue to eat their sweet treats in a comfortable silence, leaning into each other and relishing in the quiet moment of reprieve.

Under the Weirwood Tree, they always found peace together away from the tumultuous life within the Red Keep.

After another minute or so, Luke breaks the silence yet again with a question, this time, one that temporarily stuns Aemond.

“Can you name one hero who was happy?”

Aemond’s face scrunches in confusion, “whatever do you mean?”

“I mean, can you name one hero in our books and lessons who lived and died happily? All at once? Every day and every night, every hour and every minute. They were always happy, and never anything else.”

His uncle’s brows furrowed in thought, as Luke stares at the violet eyes with many thoughts of memories about their Sept’s lessons of past history.

“…I can’t say I have - I’m sorry, Luke.”

Luke shrugs and smiles, “Well, if you can’t name one, then there hasn’t been one both famous AND happy yet, huh?”

“I suppose you can say that.”

Sighing his disappointment loudly, Luke flips onto his back and onto his uncle’s lap yet again. His eyes were closed, and after a few deep breaths, he opens them with a bright smile.

“Alright then, I’ll tell you a secret!”

He scrambles upwards to his knees to the side of his uncle, who’s wide-eyed gaze keeps track of his always moving nephew.

“And what will that be?”

“I’ll be the first!”

Luke brings his soft hands to Aemond’s lightly calloused hands from training, and excitedly shoved their intertwined hands to their chests, leaning into his uncle’s face as his smile widens.

“I’ll be the first hero in history to always be happy! Swear it!”

Aemond’s wide eyes yet again furrows, “why me?”

“Because you’re the reason! Swear it!”

These words were loud yet quiet, as though this claim were so sacred that only Aemond, Luke, the Weirwood Tree and the Old and New Gods were the only ones worthy of hearing it.

And to the boys, it was.

Aemond was brought out of his thoughts by his nephew.

“Swear it,” whispered his beloved.

Hesitantly, he whispers back, much quieter than his nephew; “I swear it.”

Luke leans his forehead against Aemond’s, and both let out shaky breaths held in after the silence that followed their vows.

There, under the Weirwood Tree in the garden of the Red Keep, sat two lovestruck young boys, uncaring of the rest of the world, and relishing in a moment of reprieve from the hectic life of the court.

There they shared kisses and embraces.

There they shared sweet words and sweet treats.

There they comforted the other when troubles arose.

There they would sit and make up when they fight.

And there, a lone man - filled with a burning regret and a strong yearning of a past once forgotten and now remembered - kneels, as the rest of his world burns into nothing but ashes and sulfur, of fire and blood, of the raging ocean and thunderous storms in what once was a place of comfort, safety and love.

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a/n: ….Never said it was gonna end sweet:) Just that it was gonna be a happy moment for lucemond, never said I wasn’t gonna make it end with me tearing y’all’s hearts out:)

a/n ps: @sleeplessdreamer123 IM NOT SORRY, THIS IS REVENGE FOR ALL THOSE TIMES YOU MADE ME SAD WITH YOUR LUCEMOND CONTENT

[sscarletvenus]

i love unrequited love, i love blind devotion, i love guard dogs. i love being desperately obsessed with the object of your affections. i love when devotion rots into cruelty, i love when love doesn't know any better, i love when love is ugly. i love defanging and declawing yourself just to be loved. i love when a character will wait for the next time they will be loved like a bird or a dog at their beloved’s door. i love when love is insanity and by the LORD do i love betting on losing dogs

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

If not gay ... THEN WHY EACHOTHER'S NARRATIVE FOIL?🤨 hmmm?? 🤔🤔🤔 WHY THE LIGHT SIDE TO HIS DARK ONE?? WHY CAN'T GO WITHOUT THE CAMERA POINTING AT FACE FOR MILLISECOND WHEN OTHER'S NAME MENTIONED??? why SO MUCH VISIBLE SUBTEXT IN CONTEXT?? 🧐

[fearmakess]

🩵🖤

[incestbootlcker]

some baby lucemond from 2022 and 2023! featuring jealous aegon >:)

[yourdearestenemyluke]

Some dumbasses allowed to thrive

[slvtforlizzie]

Aemond: my uncle is a challenge I welcome. if he dares face me.

lucerys: *haunting him in the afterlife* ARE YOU INSANE! THIS MAN KILLED HIS OWN WIFE FOR NOT BEING MARRIED TO MY MOM! KILLED SOMEONE WHO INSULTED ME AND MY MOM! WHAT CHALLENGE! "IF HE DARES FACE ME!" HE IS GOING TO KILL YOU BC YOU KILLED HIS FAVORITE STEP SON! ARE YOU MAD!

[capitanpoops]

college au Aemond is the medical intern Lucerys... well he's just trying his best

[jaegonsmoon]

real life footage of these four idiots

[paintb0x]

colored an old sketch,,,,

[zombu7]

For an art trade

[marysblo0d]

Every time I think about this I wanna buy a gun

[thirstywaffles]

Mf forgot most of his family are men smh

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

I have my ✨️ spark ✨️ back (hyperfixated on a new gay non-canon relationship)

[saltandfire-blog]

By the amazingly talented @lonelymagpies 👏👏! I had so much fun collaborating with her on portraying Aemond and Lucerys from my story Salt and Fire and their evolution of friendship throughout the years.

She did an absolutely incredible job creating my canon divergent Luke who got to grow older and become the dragonriding Lord of Tides he was meant to be 💙

[lukeeloover]

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